His Eye Is On The Spring

Why do you twitter so

What is it that you say

As you chatter to each other，

all throughout the day.

Do you sing for Jesus，

Did He give your song

To delight in your enjoyment，

that to Him belongs.

None of you can topple，

Without His seeing eye，

He watches every one that falls，

so gently from the sky.

Just today， is all you know，

To fret is not your style，

But though you soar upon the heights，

your life is so fragile.

You take no worries for the morrow，

You do not sow or reap，

You build no barns to store your seed，

for there is none to keep.

Your plumes just bloom without a fuss，

You only need to preen，

With no thought to fret for more，

for God knows all you need.